‘Hmmf,’ sniffed Bruno. ‘I didn’t expect to hear from you, naughty Meagan but I’m glad I did.’

Meagan tensed at the sound of Bruno’s snort. Now that Todd was officially catching feelings with his talk of birthday dates and bowling, it was time to get herself a new trainee lover. For a first attempt, Bruno had done well though Meagan had been taken aback by how, at the point of orgasm he’d strained, ‘Thank youuuu.’ Also, if she were honest, Bruno wasn’t as gentle as Todd who was much more patient. Her pleasure was his pleasure – a rarity, Meagan had to concede, and one she would miss. She also wasn’t a fan of Bruno nodding off immediately after thanking her. Oh well, he would learn eventually she reassured herself. And at least she wouldn’t have to listen to him wittering on like Todd always did, asking her a million questions about herself.

Bruno stirred, flopping his head towards Meagan.

‘So, listen, sweet lady,’ he said, eyes still closed. ‘I must put you out. I have a 5.30 a.m. flight.’

Meagan’s eyes widened. Put me out? Put me out..? she gawped. Like a cat…? Like Dino at the end of The Flintstones? No one had ever ‘put Meagan out’ in her life. If anything, she was the one who did the putting out. Was something being lost in translation? she fumed, glaring at his dozing face. Well, maybe, I’ll put you out, make you orgasm so hard your eyes will be on stalks. Sniff that, blondie. She began massaging his smooth chest. Where was all this man’s hair? she puzzled as her hand banked southwards. He stopped her, gently but firmly putting her hand back on her own tummy.

‘Hmmf. I only cum one time each night. I’m conserving my chi, you know,’ he said as he set the alarm on his phone.

Meagan watched, baffled and infuriated. She threw back the duvet and paced the room gathering up her clothes, almost stumbling as she slipped on her skirt. This was not okay, she seethed hopping towards the door trying to slide on her stiletto at the same time.

‘Right. Well, bye,’ she said lingering.

‘Sure, Hmmf. The white button in the hall – this is the door release,’ said Bruno as he turned out his bedside lamp. ‘Call me, sweet Meagan. We do this again.’

Meagan stood in the dark, stunned. Finally, she turned to leave, thumping into the bedroom door.

‘Fuuuuuck,’ she hissed.

In the corridor, she drilled at the elevator button as it made its laborious ascent to the penthouse. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP!

Eventually the doors opened and she stepped inside. Only once out in the street did she exhale, letting out a bitter laugh. Tears welled as she bent double trying to catch her breath. Between the laughter, the anger and the crying, she wanted to scream in Bruno’s face, how dare you? Do you know how much other men want this? Do you know how much Todd wants this? But she couldn’t say any of that because he had put her out – like the bins. She wiped her eyes with the cuff of her coat. It was his loss and tomorrow on his 5.30 flight to Düsseldorf, he would realise that.